The Late-Night Message I Couldn’t Ignore
At three in the morning, my phone vibrating on the nightstand jolted me awake. Eighteen missed calls. One message. My daughter’s name glowed on the screen, followed by the words that froze me: “Mom, help me.” She lived alone and was seven months pregnant. I didn’t think—I grabbed my keys and drove through empty streets,…
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